Haven't written in a while and I'm not entirely sure why. Perhaps it's that I have a lot going on at the moment. Maybe it's that I spend most days now writing for hours on end for someone else. For a teacher, for the purpose of receiving some certificate a few months down the track from now. On this day, when I hold that piece of paper in my hand, I hope I begin writing again purely for the purpose of me and me alone.
I'll always write to others, for others or with relation to others but at the core of it all, it's for myself. To help myself paddle through the waters, no matter the depth. Whether they're merky or clear.... high tide or low. I hope for the words to continue to flow... to guide me further on my journey and reveal with each sentence a little more to myself about myself.
Why is it that we all write? Or think? Or do? I guess we're all teaching ourselves somehow, through our actions or thoughts or words. Sure, these things all contribute to the teachings of those around us but more than anything else, I believe we learn the most from ourselves.
It is only through getting to know ourselves that we can ever really let another know us. And who knows us truly. Really? Who knows all there is to know about you? And what makes you the person you are today?
I love to believe people know me and I hope that there are some who do. But do they? Would I know you? I'd love to believe that I know people in my life. I'd love to think I know them all with a look. With that small gesture only noticed by me and that person. But is it really so? Or are we all unknown to one another?
If I could trust another with the whole of me, I believe that to be the most incredible feeling in the world. To trust myself to know the whole of me though, would perhaps be even better....
I'll try to keep writing... as it's all that makes any sense to me somehow.
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